Tuesday, March 20, 2007

the transcendental ideality of balls

this kid sits in his room. rocks out.

lights out. music on. loud.

when it feels right. he moves his hand over to the light switch/

he chooses a portion of the beat... and flicks the light on and off with every second pulse of the selected portion of the beat.

he does that for the equivalent of four bars or so.

the song ends. and he turns the lights back on.

the other kids in the room get up from their chairs.

as they file out one of the skeletons says:

"That was sick man."

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